Dyer Central High School - Echo Yearbook (Dyer, IN)

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dyer central loses honored, respected teacher “His life was gentle And the elements so mixed in him That all the world might stand up and say This was a man.” Mr. Protsman entertains his sophomore English class by playing his violin. The students join in the fun by singing the song. Mr. Roscoe Protsman, an already legendary teacher, has retired. Most of his teaching career spans the life and times of Dyer Central High School; his work is synonomous with its history. He taught his first class at Dyer in 1926; and now, 39 years later, he closes his book on his last one. He began in a one- room school house in central Indiana; he ends his years of service in the sprawling plant of Dyer Cen¬ tral High. His life has been teaching, and in these memorable years lies the soul and spirit of a man who has written a glorious chapter in the book of ed¬ ucation. Thousands of lives have felt the gentle na¬ ture of this kindly, considerate, courteous man; his influence has been endless. Beneath his ease of man¬ ner, an iron constitution has carried him through an educational evolution without the slightest effect on the simple dignity of this great, but humble man. His sense of humor, his twinkling eyes, his rich moral sense, his ready wit, and his fundamental understand¬ ing of the students’ needs were his inimitable traits. Somewhere in the pages of wisdom it is stated that “I am part of all that I have met. Yet all exper¬ ience is an arch where through gleams that untravel¬ ed world, whose margin fades forever and ever when I move.” Mr. Protsman epitomizes that wisdom. His only resolve was to serve the needs of his students; his only destiny, to fight the forces of intolerance; and his only dream, to prepare his students for a life worth living. He did not fail. One of Mr. Protman’s teaching tools is that of discussing and including details for Mr. Protsman sits in the audio-visual room absorbed in variety in the classroom. a good book.

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activities Time vivifies, vitalizes, fulfills goals, quenches one’s longings, guides others and oneself even better . . . these are activities. Through activities you leam, you laugh, you cry, you mature . . . you live. Whether it’s the winter formal, a sockhop or even a chat in the foyer with “the gang”—these are times imprinted in your mind, times meant to be cherished in the future. Cast away your textbooks; entomb temporarily your vigilante prudence about grades; slip the bonds of scholarly caution; come with us as we disclose on these pages the revelry and conviviality that occupied Dyer Central’s lively multitudes. vV

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varied tasks dominate the morning scene Dver’s quiet halls will soon come alive with the ar¬ rival of over a thousand students. Buses will dispose of their loads—silence will gradually be absorbed and in its place will resound the chatter of energetic youths. The morning’s journey has been brief, but it does not end here. Some will continue their travels by engaging in discussion of Civil War events, incidents in the lives of famous auth¬ ors, or the derivation of math theories. Laughter—tears—disgust—surprise—plans—all are as much a part of Dyer’s curriculum as the scheduled classes and free hours. Every minor experience of the day clings to another and forms our high school memories. The morn¬ ings at Dyer are the beginnings for all experiences follow¬ ing throughout a lifetime. Students chat together as they wait in line for make-up slips and schedule changes. Sherry Kleismit, Carol Yankey, and Becky Griffin arrive on a late bus into the Two of Dyer’s efficient janitors, Mike Cinko and bustle of high school life. “Jiggs” Grafton, clear sidewalks before the buses ar- 7